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She didn’t know what to do. Sitting on her bed, she stared down at the single rose in her hand. It was short stemmed, the thorns neatly cut off so she wouldn’t get pricked. The petals were a light pink, still bright with color since morning when it was được trao to her. She sighed, twirling the stem between her fingers. This girl, Haleigh, gave it to her. Haleigh seemed to be in tình yêu with her and she had no idea what to do about it.

She could reject her. But she feared that Haleigh could do something rash and she didn’t want to be the cause.

She could say yes.

But she didn’t know her feelings about Haleigh yet.

She groaned and laid back on her bed, holding her head in her hands. What was she going to do? She wished she could hide away from the world and think about it. Not having to be in the same reality. Well, she could. But right now was not the time.

Especially since she just heard a knock at the door. Getting up, the girl set the hoa down on the giường and went to answer the door. The person seemed to have no patience and couldn’t stop knocking. She walked faster down the stairs, jumping off the...

xin chào guys! Long time no see, eh? So I just got back from this nghề viết văn camp and the hot guys there as well as this one couple that I just shipped so fucking hard (not to mention lack of sleep) inspired me to make a boyband! Um...not sure why. But yeah. Here's the guide to this boy band, Stasis. bạn might be getting some drabbles (and smut) on them later hehe

This is a database fore all the important info, factions, weapons, races, basally everything on my new Shy Fy fic (serie), it has no tiêu đề yet, but this database will be updated regularly as the fic takes shape, so please check in regularly, hoặc if bạn prefer I could notify bạn bởi posting on the club tường in case of an update, pleas let me know in the commends whit's one bạn prefer. ( thêm races will be adet I got them worked out just not the names fore them when I got Thad I will post them.) Oke now her is the info:

Very short backstory: basikly the fic is about a coalition of races both human and alien, in whit every race can rule there own apace thouw on maters like war and economic the coalition takes decisions together, thouw the individual members are still allowed to fight there own wars, so basikly it will be about those wars, inter spiecey rationschips, and basikly everything in between and beyond.

Organizations: The Earth Defense Force (EDF): The Earth defense force hoặc simply EDF are the main armed forces of humanity, thouw they wear the name of earth in there name they are charsed whit protecting every human world and fighting humanity's...

I've decided to do a sort of 30 ngày Sherlock challenge with myself (only I probably won't đăng tải every day) where I write 30 short one-shots about Sherlock. They'll probably mostly be angsty and sad because I like that, and some might be Johnlock. If you're wondering why this is part 2, it's 'cause I'm including link as part 1. ~~~~~~~ After Sherlock fell, everything went dark. John dimly remembers gloved hands, probably belonging to one of the paramedics, gripping him tightly as he sagged towards the ground, unable to tear his eyes away from the broken body. But his vision was going dark, his head throbbing--he must have hit it when he crashed with the bike--black spots dancing in front of his eyes. He was weak. He doesn’t remember having screamed, but he probably did. Finally he succumbed to the blackness.

When he awakens, it is light again. It looks like he is in a hospital bed, but he doesn’t know why he’s there. There’s a strange absence of nurses, and the air feels unusually heavy, like it’s pressing down on his body, constricting...

Sorry it took so long...I got really lazy and stuff but it’s finished now! Warning: cussing (that’s as far as it goes for mature content) and LOTS of feels. Part one is link. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vic's tim, trái tim skips a beat. No. It can't-- but she's-- But the message is there, plain as day, as real as the sun in the sky and the hope in his heart. His first thought is that it's a fake, an imposter, trying to lure him into a trap. His head is telling him to stay in the safety of the flat, but his tim, trái tim is screaming for him to go to the café. He decides to trust his heart, hoping with all his might that it's really her. That she never was dead, that she regretted leaving and she wants him back. And something's telling him that it's not a fake. The text sounds so like her; everything in the short message, down to the signature, screams Marion Holmes. Shoving his phone into his pocket and throwing his áo, áo khoác over his shoulders, he races down the steps and onto the street.

The problem with insomnia is you’re awake. Fully functional and aware to every beat, thump, pump, slick, lick, rick, prick, oh now you’re just getting wordy aren’t you? That’s the thing, bạn are as awake as bạn are asleep, you're neither. diễn xuất out on muscle memory as bạn slug through the day, never were bạn fully asleep hoặc fully awake. You’re just there. Like an single Slash mark in the world, adding yourself, thinking bạn belong when really, you’re just a number.

A number that no one will ever count on.

No one will rely on.

Lean on.

Carry on.

Just striding on your senseless body and numbing nods to every plea bargain bombarding your work desk. Stack after stack, bạn stamp after stamp upon papers after papers. That’s your job in this Empire, your duty in this institute of lies that produce faster than the red spoon products your Nana’s "son" is throwing up.

“You have a minute?”

bạn do, but bạn won’t. Above the thick rims, bạn can see him. Invading your cinematic cubic without a single care riding on mimicking bucks pondering the edges of his mouth. Jake, rather...

6 months back, Equius Mất tích both of his testicles and since then he Mất tích his wife, Aradia, and daughter, Nepeta. bạn only remebered their names because thats all he talks about. Well that and his glory days as a fucking nước ép, nước trái cây head, bạn mean "competitive body builder." However, unlike other bodybuilders Equius' has tits. Hormone therapy came along with a side of high testosterone and because of that, his body had to kick up the estrogen to maintain balance.

Equius' big arms looped bạn right inside him, but bạn didn't push back. bạn pulled in, right in his musk and sweat and buried your face into his tits. Motor thuyền him while you're at it.

"If bạn wish to cry, go ahead." He drone as he pat down your wild licks of jet. "It will be alright."

It will be alright, bạn chanted. Instantly, a set of dominos were set off. One bởi one from the core of your useless piece of shit of a body, chemicals started to react and soon enough bạn further dug your nose into his chest. bạn let go.

Just a one-shot I wrote today because I was bored. Fandom is Sherlock, and it's set during Reichenbach. Semi-AU. Warning: death. Oh and it's stream-of-consciousness, which is why it seems kind of jumbled and fragmented. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Agony. Burning. Heat of a million flames. Panic. Pain. I'm here. No--no-- Sherlock. I'm here. Pain-- Sherlock! Struggling to open my eyes, blinking out the blood seeping into my vision. Fiery pain, pain everywhere. Easier to keep them closed. J-John-- I'm here, Sherlock. I'm here. Sweat, blood, dirt, become one with the shrieking agony. I'm ready to give up, to end this all, but my body is still struggling. Just causes thêm pain. Can't my damn tim, trái tim just stop? Stay with me, Sherlock. Please. Stay with me. Right. That's why it won't stop yet. John. It's all wrong. Everything has gone wrong. I wasn't supposed to fall, not like this. There was--a truck...supposed to land on the truck. How did I miscalculate? And John wasn't supposed to get here. Bike was supposed to hit him, slow him...

Kind of depressing two-shot with Vic and Marion (Sherlock OCs). Not really any warnings in this part, but there’s gonna be some cussing in the tiếp theo one. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ How can I tell bạn how I feel, when I don’t even know myself? How can I say I miss you, when every một giây bạn were there I only wanted bạn gone? How can I say I’m close by, when really I couldn’t be thêm far? And how can I say that, say I’m telling the truth, when deep down I know it’s all a lie? --VW

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He remembers what it was like before. He remembers every detail of what happened, those two years of living painfully, irritably, under the same roof. But what he can’t understand, is how that was any different from now. They were just as distant then, even though in reality their rooms were a short hallway apart. Brushing past each other, wordlessly, nothing thêm exchanged than an irate glare, how was that any different from now? They never really saw each other then. And they certainly can’t see now. No, not now that she’s...he doesn’t...

A little one-shot fun times with Victor and Marion! Fandom is BBC Sherlock, and WARNING: CUSSING. LOTS. Yeah, that’s all as far as warnings go. Oh just some clarification: this is around 8 months post-Reichenbach (if bạn don't know what that means, look it up) and let's just say Marion didn't take the incident too well... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vic rolled his eyes, staring out of the foggy window of the cab as it careened through the sodden streets of London. He felt the gray eyes of his brother on him, but he purposely ignored John, pretending to have found something incredibly interesting outside. As the cab pulled onto Baker Street, John spoke. “Victor.” Vic didn’t respond. John tried again. “Vic, uh...you’ll be staying in the room tiếp theo to the study, if that’s okay,” he đã đưa ý kiến simply. Vic gave a curt nod, face still pressed to the glass. “It’s the only one open. It used to be--” Vic cut him off, a trace of impatience in his voice. “I know. It’s where Sherlock slept. Harry told me already.”

BBC Sherlock FanFic with OC, Marion Holmes. Post- Reichenbach. Read on. If bạn hadn’t known her before, you’d have never noticed. How the once brilliant spark of energy turned to a shadow in her now dull grey eyes. Not many have the ability, nor the right to see the subtle change-- but even someone like Anderson could see what was drastically different. Sherlock was gone, and Mary’s vision had decided to follow. Everyone realized fairly quickly how it could be fixed. Therapy sessions, psychiatrists, anyone specializing in this. Mycroft and John started with the lesser known, the ones who had good results. But a few months later, when the best of the best of Luân Đôn fled the private room, nearly in tears, John decided to talk to Mary. After a few moments of silence, Mary looking away from him (pointedly hoặc not, he didn’t know), John turned to her and asked as calmly as possible, “Why?” There was no response, so he pressed it. “Mary.” Still nothing. “Dammit, Mary, why.”

Prologue link, part 1 link. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aisling looked up in shock, her turquoise eyes round with terror. A moment’s panic stirred in her when she saw Fin, but her friend seemed to be fine, was already pushing herself into a sitting position, rubbing her bruised side. A sudden thought occurred to her, and she turned to Fin, questioningly. There were no signs of a bullet hoặc any other weapon, so what had knocked her down? Before she had time to say a word, another blast resounded through the destroyed training room. It was so strong that the earth seemed to vibrate, throwing Fin and Aisling across the floor to land sprawled in a heap against the opposite wall. Aisling blinked rapidly, trying to see through the thick smoke and ash that had once thêm filled the air, and heard Fin give a small yelp tiếp theo to her. Six figures had materialized out of the gloom; five teenagers and one...

Prologue is link. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two weeks earlier. A bow clattered to the hardwood floor, skidding to a stop in a patch of golden afternoon sunlight that reflected a blinding glare off of the metal. “No!” the dark-haired girl groaned, digging her fingers into her scalp in frustration. “How many times have I told you, that’s not how bạn hold it!” Aisling didn’t respond, but shoved her hands in her pockets and crossed the training room to pick up her bow. Fin jogged over, wrenching the instrument out of her friend’s fingertips. “You’re going to snap it if bạn do that,” she told Aisling, the anger clear in her voice. “How long will it be before bạn can actually learn?” Aisling sighed and slid an Mũi tên xanh out of the quiver, painstakingly snapping it onto the string with shaking hands. Well aware of Fin’s eyes boring into her, she carefully aligned the shaft, placing it on hàng đầu, đầu trang of the Mũi tên xanh rest and gripping the string with three fingers.

Here it is, Chasing Shadows! Oh and I suggest bạn read Knights link and link) first, hoặc else this part won't make sense. And this takes place in the current timeline (as in right now, February 2013) whereas Knights was when I originally đã đăng it on the other club (so June hoặc July of 2012). Just thought I'd clarify. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She was in the third bed, sitting up propped on her good elbow, the other arm in a treo lên, sling resting on her chest. She gave a faint smile as he approached the only occupied infirmary bed, her soft turquoise eyes meeting his icy gray ones. “How are bạn feeling?” he asked, perching himself on the edge of the bed. “Better,” she said. She slid closer to him, her face serious. She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder.

They say things change for the best. I don't really understand why there is a need for change. Some things are better left unchanged in my opinion. I liked the life I once had. Living in my apartment, not having a care in the world, only supporting myself, and my lady at the moment. I could adapt to any change……or at least I thought I could. Ava came to me on giáng sinh Eve and told me that she was pregnant with my future baby. Well, what could I say? "There must be a mistake….I always use protection. Are bạn sure I'm the father? Must bạn keep it?" Of course I couldn't say any of that…..I just đã đưa ý kiến calmly, "Oh, that's grand…..well, what color should the nursery be?" Don't get me wrong, I loved Ava with all my heart, but I, Luân Đôn Rafferty, am no father. I always admired my Da. He was a great man turned drunk, and now he was a mute. He was my hero as a child, but as I got older, I realized he had no backbone. He gave in to everything my Ma đã đưa ý kiến through her snaps. Was this the life in store for me?

A/N: This is part 2 of my old fic. Posting it here 'cuz bạn lovely peeps need some background for Chasing Shadows. Part one is link. Warning: Implied rape and sexual-ness. So this is T I guess (because it doesn't actually go into the details)? *shrug* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When she woke, all she saw was blazing light. Was she dead? she wondered. Was this heaven? But her head still throbbed, although not as strongly as before, and she didn’t think that would happen if she was really in heaven. She groaned...her chest felt tight, as if someone was sitting on it...was someone sitting on her? It was possible...her breath was coming in short ragged gasps...the world was swimming again, whirling around in rapid circles...she wanted it to slow down...she was getting dizzy...nausea was building...she struggled to keep everything down...she wasn’t sure if it worked, because she was engulfed in darkness again. But this time, she sensed that she was still awake. And a một giây later, the lights came on. Her eyes burned with...

Her eyes stared into the lights of the city as she stood on hàng đầu, đầu trang of the twenty story building. Crimson eyes narrowed as she spotted a dark haired boy in an apartment directly to her left. His window was open and the blonde was dazed as she watched him roam his room, obviously anxious, with no shirt."Who was he?" She thought as her eyes followed his body, every movement he made, and focused on his toned abdomen. Suddenly, grey met red, and though she was spotted a sudden jab sparked in her body and her legs began quivering; making her go limp and stumble off the building. The dark haired boy stared in horror for a moment before quickly slipping into a solid, black, skin-tight suit and diving out of his window; a grapple hooked onto his window.

She was plummeting quickly, probably only ten feet away from the ground when caught her. Her eyes were shut as he landed roughly, his eyes, behind the dark mask, searched for life. The masked boy rose back up to his room with a press of a button. Gently he placed her on his giường and he reached out to touch her chest. Relief flooded him as he felt her...

Pairing: Ashton and Finn (genderbent Aisling and Fin) from Young Justice OC's Rating: M. It's smut, for fuck's sake. Hope bạn likeeee~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A blaze of light erupted from the zeta tube, but no one was present to greet the two figures who stepped into the cave. Two boys, one short and slender, the other tall--at least six feet-- and solid, his muscles well defined. Both were wearing heavy coats bundled tightly around their bodies, the hoods pulled over their heads, which was highly unusual as Happy Harbor was currently experiencing another scorching heat wave. In fact, the cave was currently empty because the team was down on the beach, cooling off in the waves and watching the sunset. The two boys scanned the cave and, when it became apparent that they were alone, they shed their heavy coats, revealing their faces for the first time. The shorter boy appeared to be about thirteen, with messy jet-black hair and startlingly blue eyes. The other seemed older, probably fifteen hoặc sixteen, with wavy dark brown hair and soft turquoise eyes. The smaller one looked at the other inquisitively. "Ais--wait, that probably wouldn't be...

I don't know if all the information is right, but it's as much as I could dig up for the story.

This story takes place in the 1915’s in Lithuania. The Russians are taking people who have done terrible things, when in reality, they were just helping their family and/or friends; and sending them to work camps. The father in this story is a Russian soldier, and the mother was a Lithuanian woman.

The girl ran down the street, trying to get away from the man chasing her. He was gaining up on her, almost right behind her. She kept running, not looking behind her. The girl ran into an alley and looked at a tường in front of her. The man came up behind her and grabbed her, squeezing her tightly.

“Let go of me, bạn big bully!” The girl screamed. The man squeezed her tighter, cutting off some of her air.

“No. Now shut up, bạn dumb girl!” He đã đưa ý kiến as she punched her in the face, throwing her out of his arms and into the wall. The girls light màu hồng, hồng hair fell into her blood covered face. She whimpered as her gray eyes looked up at the man. His blue eyes looked at her, making...

Fang bit into the cupcake, Aisling looking at him hopefully. "How is it? Is it good? OH MY GOD SAY SOMETHING." Fang blinked, staring at her. He then doubled over, puking into the garbage can. Aisling winced at this, patting Fang's back. "You... Poisoned me... I'm going... To die." Fang laid on the floor, his face practically green. "I'm sorry." Aisling looked down. Fang kissed her leg, making her squeak and jump. "WHAT THE HELL F-F-ang... " Fang had now sat up, kissing up her leg. He grabbed her arm, pulling her down. "Don't be sorry." He đã đưa ý kiến softly, pulling off Ash's skirt. She squeaked, trying to pull it back on. Instead, Fang flicked her clit, making her cry out. She leaned her head back, moaning as Fang continued to rub her clit. She tugged his áo sơ mi off, revealing his scarred torso. He slid off her panties, as she fumbled with the button to his jeans. Fang tugged off her shirt, alone with her bra, which he had somehow torn off. bởi now, Ash had managed to get his jeans and boxers off. They were now completely naked.

Small white specks fly around in the blue-grey sky, the sun barely shown behind the dull clouds. cá swim underneath the translucent layer of ice that covered the small pond. Some trees are bare, shivering in the cold winter air. Others are covered in a thick green coat, staying warm even with the snow that they collected. động vật are asleep, snoring in their caves hoặc holes, resting themselves so they are rejuvenated for Spring. Snow continues to fall, dusting our cars, roads, and homes. The freezing weather frosts our windows, making them harder to see out of.Kids zip up their snowsuits and up into the soft snow, their cheeks turning màu hồng, hồng as they smile and play. Adults shovel their driveway, making them easier for them to get out, as they watch their children make snow angels. Wind blows the lighter snow up into the sky, re-dusting everything they see.

So bạn wanna make a character, eh? A character that actually seems like a real person, as opposed to a lump? (or whatever bad, unrealistic characters seem like) Well that’s great.

No really, that is great. Characters should be 3D, they should have layers, thoughts, feelings, motivations; basically they’re people, only fictional. bạn probably know a lot about character development already (if not, look it up) but here’s one thêm way to make your character seem real: quirks. Real people are weird, quirky; they have little habits that they find themselves doing, whether conscious hoặc not, and good 3D characters do too. How to go about giving your characters some quirks? Well the first step is to think about the people all around you. Yourself, your friends, family, peers, that ngẫu nhiên guy who took your order at McDonalds the other day, everyone has little things that they do. Granted, bạn don’t want to base your character all on one person (well bạn might, but most people want an original character), especially not yourself, but if bạn take little parts of different people and add in some of your own stuff, bạn have a character! What...

So...this is a fic I did a few months ago, but I'm reposting it here because it gives some necessary background for Chasing Shadows (my current story which I will be posting on this club). The night was dark, lit only bởi the tiniest sliver of a moon, and cold. Aisling didn’t feel the cold though; her lungs were burning, sweat pouring down her face, as she ran. There. She glimpsed the shock of blonde hair, the glint of the metal mask, before it disappeared behind the edge of the building. Quickly she leapt over the edge of the roof she was running across, landing softly on her feet on the other roof. Hands grabbed her ankles, and she dropped to her belly, panting, tiếp theo to her boyfriend, as the gunshots rang out behind her. “Great way to end a first date,” she muttered, and Jackson gave a dry laugh. “What could be better?” he replied softly, putting his arm around her back and pulling her closer to him. Aisling couldn’t help smiling as she batted him away.

Pairing/fandom: Young Justice. Main pairing is Bluepulse (Impulse (Bart) and Blue Beetle (Jaime)) but there's a bit of TimRoy too. Warnings: Smut. And everything that goes along with that. Background: Semi-AU but based around S2E12: True Colors. Rating: M. What do bạn expect? It's smut! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jaime sat slumped over the closed toilet seat, staring upward at the tight walls of the cubicle-like stall and the high tiled ceiling above. He heard a soft tapping in the stall tiếp theo to him, and knew it was probably another Alpha squad member, probably Roy hoặc Bart, grown restless. His scarab had told him they’d been staked out in the stalls for two and a half hours, and he was itching for some action. He wished Tim would just give the command already, so he could leave this claustrophobic stall. If only M’gann was here, then they could at least communicate through the psychic link. He groaned inwardly, wishing he could have some form of entertainment.